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Katarina Everard rolled 4 10-sided dice:
7, 10, 7, 1
Total: 25 (4-40)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 12:56 pm
Delta 5 let out a sigh if relief at seeing Delta 3 and Theta 7 there, familiar faces amongst the group of unknowns. Wandering over towards them, the appearance of the shadowy figure took her off guard, jumping a bit while a small squeak could be heard coming from behind the mask. 'Damn didn't anything just ya know... walk into a room in this place?' she thought to herself, keeping off to the side and just listening as it started to speak.
Great. We get a warning about shadows and this thing wanted them to so things for it? But... if it was telling the truth and there really was no escape... then there was no choice but to do as it instructed. No one else seemed to be attacking as one by one they grabbed boxes and headed up the stairs. Needless to say, she wasn't feeling comfortable with this idea, but having no choice in the matter at the moment. "Lets get this done then. Time to join the party." Delta 5 said more to herself than anyone at that point as she headed over and grabbed a green and a yellow box. Taking a deep breath she headed up stairs and tossed the boxes, just waiting then for what would happen next.
Something had to happen. It always did in this place, just what was the only unknown thing. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be good either way, and it might have been a better idea to attack, but it was too late to take it back now.
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Pales rolled 4 10-sided dice:
9, 2, 5, 8
Total: 24 (4-40)
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 1:34 pm
He soon caught sight of Deli (Delta Three) and Deva (Delta Five) amongst the crowd both either already there or freshly arriving though he was a bit concerned about having left Thea (Theta One) behind in the dust yet again. That silly girl apparently was either late to respond or just wasn't coming for whatever reason. It just seemed like it was a good idea to join in on the task and SOMEONE needed to keep an eye on Deli so Theta Seven decided that was his job for whatever reason. He'd failed looking after someone else so now he was determined to look after everyone else as best as possible.
It was hard when not everyone appeared in one place...
Theta Seven startled a bit as the thing began to talk and respond to everyone that had talked directly to it (from what he had heard). He shifted a bit in place as soon a demand was made and he wondered what this would cause, "Will this...give us answers or just more questions...?" Theta Seven asked to the figure as well as to himself. He pondered rebellion but honestly would it get him anywhere? Probably to an early grave though from what was said...
"I thought they said some of us will be getting off the island...I assumed that meant getting out of here alive," he muttered and then started to move forward with the others he picked up a black and a green box and then moved up the stairs and moved to toss them as directed. Theta Seven felt uncertainty and confusion about this entire task, it didn't really feel right to attack something that didn't seem hostile toward his person despite their...dubious appearance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 4:23 am
The shadow under the stairs suddenly speaks, snapped free from whatever trance it had fallen into. "They... They're coming!"
As if on cue, you can hear the loud canopy of groans. Looking across the field, you can see... wait. Were those other squad members! It was! There were more people here! It was -- what was that smell?
It was strong enough to leak through your gask masks. Blood? Decay? What was going on?
(( Congrats, you folks are now defending against a zombie invastion. This task might remind you of something.
Routes are currently unavailable; for now continue to mingle or hurl insults at the enemy. And yes, those things you threw?
Are your first line of defense against the zombies. 8D You will have the option to go out and fight against them in hand-to-hand combat if you wish; or you can choose to remain inside the fort and hope that the shadow-creature won't turn on you. Or that it'll let you throw out more seeds. 8D
Questions? Please ask! ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 9:27 am
Eta II watched the others throw the items out of the glass roof while he waited for Delta 12's response. Everything going on was so inexplicable.
Eta II drew in a breath of stench-air. He choked and coughed, feeling a little flustered and taken aback. What now? Do we need to start to worry about breathing? The smell was unmistakable - blood .... and decay. Eta II decided that he didn't really want to know. Whatever the cause of the wafts of stink-air, it wasn't going to be good. He was half-regretting his decision to respond to the task now.
Groans soon echoed a distance away. It sounded like a chorus of "Graahhhhh"s, like some symphony of the dead.
Symphony of the dead. Wicked stench.
Peering out of the window, Eta II spotted a few figures littering the field. They seemed to be moving.....awkwardly.....
Eta II came to a conclusion: Zombies. Oh boy.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 10:02 am
After hurling the two red seeds, Alpha Eight happened to pear over the edge. Hordes of nameless faces in beaten armor with all manner of stains and decay. Eight was honestly baffled by the fact that everyone around them didn't smell the awful smell earlier. He was baffled, but truly thankful. At first, he couldn't bring to words how to he felt. His body responded by causing his stomach to lurch and he could feel stomach acid rising to the back of his throat. Not to mention his nerves kicked up once again. Eight's legs felt uneasy and his arms heavier. Shakes reverberated throughout his body and he honestly felt like he was going to black out. Fear was slowly taking hold once more. No escape this time. No fog to disappear into. No friends to take the hits. Nothing. All of his efforts and strife to remain alive had led him here. Eight was now standing in a fortress surrounded by rotting atrocities without any real means of protection.
"Disgusting.... It's just... ugh..."
Alpha Eight meant more than just the zombies out in the field. The entire situation was disgusting. He had worked so hard to stay alive only to be faced with this. So revolting to be treated this way. Eight couldn't stand it. Honestly, he felt more intensely about being placed in the situation than the zombies. For now anyway. In a few minutes, he would probably feel more concerned with the zombies below since they would be actively after his internal organs. Priorities and all. He tried to shake his nerves with a little humor. His poor taste in humor anyway.
"Doesn't look like I'm going to find Mr. or Mrs. Right in that crowd. What a bunch of lookers. Hahaha"
It helped slightly, but his words didn't fully distract him from the severity of the situation. He know needed to figure out how to protect himself. Eight was faced with two option now: stay and hide with the shadow thing or fight those atrocities below with those who choose to do so. Neither was a win-win situation for him. Both felt more like lose-lose.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 10:57 am
"Well, if nothing else, Thev, we go out with a bang," Deli said emphatically with a grin, clasping his friend's back for a moment. Maybe the fact that he wore a pendant was giving him a boost of confidence, one well needed when in the face of . . . the heck were those things?
Smelled like the garbage dump was about to come a'knocking. And with shambling figures in broken armor . . .
Had his face been exposed, all would have seen Deli's horrified, pale face. "Z-Z...Z-Z-Z-Z..." He couldn't spit it out for a moment.
Then he was clinging like a scared young boy to both Thev and Deva's arms, yelping. "ZOMBIESOHGOD!"
Talking horses on fire? Okay. Killing someone else to survive? So long as he didn't think too hard about it, sure. Fighting the undead? Shitshitshitshitshitshit.
Wry? WRYYYYYYYY.
"There's no m-more Mr. or Mrs.!" Deli continued whining as he heard Alpha Eight's joke about the invasion, for once not joking himself. "There's just a ton of its and the its are gonna TAKE OUR BRAINS OUT."
And then a cold thought hit him: what if Davii was among them? Was there going to be retribution for his accidental death? He began to sweat and clutched his friends' arms all the more.
He did, however, manage to have the nerve to turn his head to the shadowy figure and yell, "Tell me you have more of those boxes, man! T-Tell me!"
He didn't care what they were chucking. All he cared about was that they had more to throw.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 3:59 pm
Beta I gagged in her mask, doing her best to resist vomiting. The stench alone was bad, but the fact she had to breathe through her mouth occasionally? Disgusting, the taste of death lingered in the air. It was sickening, and Beta I almost felt like taking her helmet off to just puke. Almost. But the threat and warnings held firm. She wouldn't barf into her mask.
That would have been 10x worse.
The sounds- What were those ******** noises? "Ugh, stop that incessant moaning, it's going to drive me insa-" Oh. Wait a second that wasn't coming from INSIDE was it? It was coming from the outside. Outside. Looking from her previous launch pad, Beta I made a heavy sigh. "I think our rate of survival had dropped significantly." One team member. Others from..various other teams. Better to survive and in fight later then attempt to fight the invaders in a singular pair. "...." Not that she would admit it. And now people were freaking out. AWESOME. "Calm yourself." Her tone was a bit harsh, but on her second attempt, it was more neutral. "Those...creatures outside are a threat. Panicking will do you no good. Really...Just...ugh. Why couldn't they smell less at the very least."
BRB Gagging forever.
Walking back down the steps, she looked for the shadow. "Pardon my associate's aggression, but....what we threw, may we take more to try and fight off those..." A visible shudder ran down her body. "Things?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 5:02 pm
Theta Seven sighed at Deli's response and retorted, "I rather go out with a Ka-pow. Seems more theatric or something," He uttered with a little less enthusiasm, "but I'd rather also get out of here alive if I have any choice in the matter." Knowing his luck he probably didn't have a choice in the matter but then again his luck had been decent as of lat--No..No it wasn't, s**t just got worse. He felt the weight of Deli as he clung on and gazed over at his companion with a raised brow behind his mask.
"After everything we went through... The zombies make you flip your s**t?" he asked feeling a bit incredulous about the fact his friend was now having a literal panic attack. The smell was rancid but with a bit of effort he could hold back...the nothing he had in his gut and just let out a small unhappy grunt. "This is no different than before. The Undead just need to learn how to stay dead."
For whatever reason he wasn't quite so afraid or unnerved about the prospect of the shambling hoard being right outside and their only possible defense was ... what they threw. Well unless he felt ballsy enough to wander down and take them on personally but honestly there were more of them than there were of him, "Yeah if we can use more of those...Things we can maybe...fend them off? What were those anyways?"
Theta Seven was awfully calm but perhaps the situation hadn't sunk in yet...
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 5:08 pm
Zombies.
Why Zombies.
The smell was the first thing that knocked her senses off balance, followed by the symphony of sound composed of toneless groans. She could feel nails claw into her back, exhilaration and terror striking against her spine. This had to be some sort of cosmic joke from above. Because really, zombies? She vaguely made out half remembered pop culture references in her head, tips from various sources on how to kill the undead, none of which helped with the lack of tools in this so called fortress. Digging her nails into her palms, Theta-two stumbled a bit, barely regaining her composure quickly enough to force away the dank fear that tore and bit and clawed at her belly like a caged animal. Now you decide to show up, she thought caustically, forcing herself to ignore the cacophony of sound, in the wake of a zombie invasion.
She'd faced a twenty foot horse and leaped across a bottomless pit. Then, the fear had been for others, or none at all. Now, it was like a siren in her ear. She remembered the vivid imagery of death and dying, and the way that she had to continue on. Maybe thats why she was scared now, in the face of brain sucking bastards with detachable limbs. She wanted to survive now, not for herself, but for them, who hadn't gotten the chance to live. It was a dumb s**t reason, and part of her skewed morals screamed at her for finally beginning to give a damn once other people kicked the bucket. But right now wasn't exactly sit-down-and-evaluate-yourself time, and the Theta quickly shoved out the thoughts, glass crunching under her boots as she stepped back, the stench making her want to vomit from behind her mask.
Of all the things she had been expecting from this island, a zombie apocalypse was not one of them.
Turning her head to the shadow beneath the stairs, Theta-two felt her shoulders tense and her back arch, every fiber underneath the gas mask and suit rigged to blow. "Dont suppose you've got any shotguns hidden under that staircase of yours, chica?" She questioned caustically. "Headshots are the easy way out; I guess anything sharp could work too..." Trailing off, the girl rubbed the back of her head, twisting on her feet to look at her fellow... could she even call them companions? Well, whoever they were before, they were all here now, fending off brain hungry, one inch too far into the grave zombies, and all of her pop culture references said aim for the head! And thats exactly what she'd try, if she got another one of those things they'd all just thrown, or something sharp and good for ramming through brains.
Because if she was going down in a zombie apocalypse, she was going down with style.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 6:11 pm
Zombies...
Why was it always zombies?
For some reason that thought came to Delta Eight. Somehow he knew it was always zombies, they were always the things which came after you in creepy places. It was like the two went hand in hand, and happily skipped and frolicked. He wasn't sure if he wanted to think on that too much, mental images of skipping and frolicking zombies were scary.
"I don't think we can hang out here and hope to survive in the end..." So the best idea, and really the only one in Delta Eight's opinion, was to fight. "With that smell I really wish we had bleach." He'd take the smell of that over the smell coming off the zombies out there.
"Might even kill them if it were poured on them..." He mused to himself, grinning behind his mask.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 7:15 pm
'Oh good heavens, what in the world is that smell?' Delta 5 groaned inwardly as the stench invaded her mask, making her gag and cough a bit while instinctively covering her mouth area with her hands. Good grief... what in the world could be making such a smell...? Though the moment she looked out across where they tossed those things, she got her answer.
So many people there or at least things that had once been people. Zombies now or some kind of reanimated corpses, since a good bit of them seemed to be missing various chunks of flesh. This was not what she signed up for... well... was it? Now more than ever Deva wished she had her memories back since there was no way in hell that she thought she'd willingly sign up for crap like this.
"Deli! Come on, snap out of it. We're not alone here, all of us are in the same boat. Please try to keep it together for a little longer, ok?" Deva pleaded when Deli started to cling to her arm. Her blood was already feeling like ice in her veins, the last thing that any of them needed to do was freak out. If they did that they would all end up dead and maybe even brought back as zombies to torment some other group of people. There had to be a way out of this.. didn't there?
Franticly Deva started to look for the shadowy figure from before, wanting more answers. "Hey you! So what the heck do we do now?! Are those things we threw going to do anything against them?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 7:19 pm
......Honesty..he should of expected this
He was in a horror setting with reapers, fighting giant horses and everyone were in masks trying to kill each other. Why WOULDN'T there be zombies? He didn't remember much, be he knew enough about zombies that they shambled towards you and wanted to eat your brains.
The person who was currently screaming? yes, that felt like a excellent thing to do. Eta V didn't scream, but he did whimper. And start to shake, and fell to the floor clutching himself like he was having a psychotic episode. The smell wasn't helping either, and it just made things ten times worse. In between coughing and sputtering from the disgusting air, he felt tears leak out of his eyes, and he tried to suppress a sob. Thank god no one could see him cry, but he was sure they could hear him if they were near. He was ashamed of himself, acting like this in such a critical situation, but he needed to somehow vent his emotions. And..unfortunately, this was one of them.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 7:43 pm
The soothing (if even harsh words from Beta I could be considered as such) voices assuaged his fears. Somewhat. A little bit. They were still out there. Although Thev had a point: why crack now?
Because he was beginning to wear at his wit's end. All the mystery, all the deaths, and now . . . now once living people turned upon them? What had kept Deli's cool when he thought of dying here was the fact that at least dying meant no more suffering. And now that little optimism was being crushed, ground, and fed to the zombies - zombies! - that were slowly making their way towards them.
Oh no, muttered the voice within, He Who Had Not Spoken In Quite Some Time. It's shambling towards me. Whatever shall I do?
Hit the restart button, shut off the system, unplug the whole damn game! cried Deli back. Physically, he shook still.
Restart, is it? Second player's turn? The offer was up, the voice invisibly grinning.
So close . . . So close to just letting someone else take the wheel. And then he heard a whimper and glanced to see someone he had never met nor spoken to, on the ground and clutching at himself as if in pain, shaking as much as he was.
And somehow, that calmed him.
It was alright to be the one everyone called chickenwuss. But if someone else was in need . . . He had no time to be self-pitying, right? Right . . . Sigh.
"R-Right." It wasn't as steady as he'd wanted, but Deli was not so panicky - for now. Oh how he wished he had a gun like Thea!
Lucky for her, she wasn't here to witness this horror. Or was that unlucky, knowing she was alone . . . ?
Deli approached Eta V calmly and knelt beside the poor guy, attempting to put a hand on his back. "They're right," he said quietly above the "graaahs" of the distant zombies. "Hey, man, not gonna bump the cryin' deal if that's what you're doin'. Believe me, I almost feel like doing it m'self . . . But they're right."
Repeating it made it feel more sensible. Put it in perspective.
"Gotta s-stick together and not panic. You got a name, fella?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 8:04 pm
When it felt like he wouldn't be able to move for a while, he felt someones hand on his back. It wasn't a hostile smack in the back...just a comforting presence. Eta V stopped shaking and looked up at the deli, Amazed that...someone had bothered to calm him down. He didn't even know this guy, and he didn't even belong to the same team...but he was trying to comfort him. That thought alone seemed to break him out of his panic attack.
Shakily, he got to his feet, willing his mind to calm and to focus on what to do, not how to freak out. "...Eta V" he replied to Deli. "...T-thank you..I was a bit overwhelmed by the....insanity of the situation..I never believe I would have to fight a hole zombie force." It was also comforting to know this guy was probably as scared as him..okay, maybe not as bad, he was just the floor shaking in fear, and he still felt like throwing up at the prospect of what they had to survive against.
"But..yes, they're right" He had faintly overheard his team members trying to snap him out of his own fears. "We...need to fight them off, somehow..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 8:25 pm
Deli gave a shaky laugh. "Yeah, insanity alright . . . Well we lobbed a few things at the beasts already, so maybe Shadow the Hedgehog Human here has more to get us with."
Delta 3 sincerely hoped so. He didn't favor the alternative of going hand-to-hand combat with those things.
"Delta 3 at your service!" he told Eta V as the guy got up. "But please, Deli for short. These here're my pals, Thev," he indicated Theta VII, "and . . . Deva? S'that the new nickname? Deva~" and he indicated Delta V.
Hearing Delta VIII's comment about bleach, Deli had to laugh a little more. "Only bleach I want right now is the brain bleach kind. Already feels like I got a nice dose before this visit to this foggy ol' washing machine, and I wouldn't mind a bit more to erase some of the crap still lodged inside the ol' noodle."
Gotta fight the fear with laughter, he thought. Jokes. Bad jokes or not.
Another good thing to consider were new nicknames for the people to go buy, at least in his book . . . Why stop the trend after all? Although his head was hurting again. Start slow.
"You two, E-5 and D-8. . . got any preferences to a new name? I like callin' people by something else than those uniforms say we are. We're people, not letters and numbers."
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